Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray hall with rap aerosol
Organized lectures in can control

Or level with the devil racing uptown to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any style to master me
From the thought's next to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga

Downtown graffiti deface a debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out nature
Wide open like the grand
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Dragon

Searching for my style like
home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't
I'm crooked like Nathan starring as Cochise

a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro
A sandwich still nothing but a hero
Just a sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets hot and lyrics don't know how to act

shooting joints or wax
I go all out and crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all can't be pimps, and we all rap
You got to get your on cause it's on like that

Here's what I you to do
Niggas with the green Axe and Forerunner
Inhuman like Runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the

blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in
Napalm gets dropped long range like optics
Check the rhyme activity your is microscopic

to my crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it causing all these to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian 'cause I'm that robot
Teetering on the edge of outer
Spitting buckshots till black surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got your in an urn
Big up, the hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of and I'ma piss it back rusty

Flesh and phonics, you're god damned
I'm on 'em like pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you be

DBA lyrical P known as a and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on passed and dipped
In and out of my invisible
Forerunner rep

like techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner painting beats on an easel
Shoot a up
bitch you're boxing shadows

Look out my way you pull your breath out to
Breaking your helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I the needle out your vinyl
El-P the third gunner on the knoll

Stroll, the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets
I'm so of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to
Got like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny and your crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus off stinkers

8 to perfection
The sum of each forms an octagon
Let rhyme get sparked

8 steps to
The sum of each part an octagon
Where rhyme styles get

The terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme
I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaican like a

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's so fitted
Niggas and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth
Just to know, never do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my
Shorty the Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics like

They fuck up speaking cavernous I'm stabbing it
the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the
To kick any type sport the vandal

I manhandle, emcees get murdered like
Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Massacre'
One two three, 'The of Pelham'
Eastwick underground New be the dwelling

I keep telling 'em the of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you in a temple